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Starting from the bottom and now we are standing here.
These mundane attacks keep coming in waves.
Back-ward and Forewarned - through too fro.
Muladhara - Root Chakra - by the poisoning of the grounds that we stand on.
Svadhishthana - Sacral Chakra - by the poisoning of our waters that we drink from.
Manipura - Solar Plexus Chakra - by the poisoning of our foods.
Anahata - Heart Chakra - by the poisoning of our values and things we belong to.
Vishuddha - Throat Chakra - by the poisoning of our salts.
Ajna - Third Eye Chakra - by the poisoning of our toothpaste.
Sahasrara - Crown Chakra - by segregations and divisions among hu.mani.ties.
So what's left for you to finish?
Other than poisoning our air, that we all share and breath.
On a life-boat passing through Time, making its way to the island of timely order(s).
Surrounded by death/decay and birth/unmanifested on the other side.
Surfing/Suffering on the waves of Time.
Maybe tonight.
The meaning of words change all the Time.
Unable to find meaning if not rooted in Time.
Counting up or counting down either way you are keeping Time.
Yet taking the Time to Time Time.
If Life is a zero sum game, what's the shortest interval that you have achieved this at?
Millennia, centuries, years, days or seconds ? M-C-IIIVIV-i-d?
Letting go generates space and time thus centering oneself in the present moment.
With precision and ease as in any clockmaker's watch.
The Sands of Time scatter as the hourglass shatters, turning to sand over Time.
Yet Time will keep its own Time.
Unless blocked by these very particles of sand.
Even though the books in the library are buried.
My spoken words will echo throughout Time.
Yet keep running out of sync in this fast changing world.
Acceptable losses by aiding incoherence.
As I await my Trial by Numbers.
Faith is the earth in which we take root
Hope is the water with which we are nourished
Peace is the white cloud which gives us rain
Love is the clean air through which we breathe in life
Wisdom is the blowing and gentle wind
Knowledge is the pure light by which we ripen
Reason is the sun which gives our sight
Together these keys form the perfect tree
And these keys in turn form the perfect forest
Only the seeds that are the smallest
Seeds that are not eaten by the ruling birds
Who the sun cannot scorch with fire
Who the thorns cannot strangle the life from them
Can be firm seeds of perfect mankind
The seeds must change the laws of their hearts
Or else how could they change the laws of the world
They must build shell walls around their hearts
Or else how could they build walls for countries
How can they be masters of the world
If they cannot master and nourish themselves
These keys are not for the world only
These keys may never be found on Earth
And we may never unlock the perfect tree
But we can look within man’s spirit
For some glimmer in the discarded rubbish
And pray to the sun above the sun
To give away that little spark of those seeds
Ask the God above God for those keys
You can take love
to the store~ that's nice,
but the cashier will say
kindly, that I need a bit
more...
You can take love to the bank,
and the teller will say, that's nice
but not a deposit, dear, to be
quite frank...
One takes love to the Altar:
I also do, but two years latter
the relationship may be thoroughly
through...
for in the scheme of physical reality
love is not coin even accepted by
charity, as the plate is passed
from hand to hand down the pew
if not delivered your 10%
the priest may think, damn you!
Yet, I confess, being addicted to love,
no great wealth on earth, small price to pay
for tokens fitting the turnstile above....
("Anagogical Moments Merit Badge", 2011, original oil)
A Totalitarian Totality
Have you ever wondered why so many these days
Are trying to save the world,
Tell you what to think, or say or do
And cancel you when you say no, or simply why?
The short answer is that’s just what totalitarians do,
Totalitarian control and conformity
Being their highest agenda after all.
Does it matter if they are right
And you are wrong?
Of course not since truth is now a relative thing
Yours and/or mine being just ‘our truth’.
But if a truth is simply our truth,
As an equally valid subjective take on reality,
Leaving its objective merit apparently up to majority rule,
Then what has become of objective truth,
You know the old fashioned kind
Which doesn’t rely on causes and conditions
Doesn’t need to be learned or defended to be
Simply THE truth?
That is so 20th century!
We live now in a Brave New World
Where our individual courage and integrity
Is never in question since it’s never required.
In a world of only relative truths
Everything exists on a spectrum
With the full rainbow of sights and sounds welcome
At least in theory if not in practice.
When was the last time you saw a sign saying,
“Gays for Hitler!”
While you now see them saying, “Gays for Hamas”,
When Hitler and Hamas are in essence the same?
But that’s the crux isn’t it?
A truly tolerant and inclusive world view
Would embrace it all
As equally true (thus assumedly valid),
But that’s not how the real world operates
Nor how anyone wants it to.
Objective truth might be an inherently difficult thing to define,
But a simple thought experiment as the above
Shows us that our gut knows
What our head can so easily confuse.
What else is out there?
What else is there to know?
Comrade, rest easy, those questions
Are above our pay-grade.
Just wait until the authorities
tell us what to think, say and do.
We wouldn't want you cancelled too...
(8/19/24)
Perhaps, I wish not to be so
important? -- to go unbeknownst...by both
God and the devil – to fall between the
cracks, of their seemingly endless, bitter war:
Of The Glorious Garden, and~ The Dastard Fall --
(One created me,
without my consultation...the other,
manipulates me, for his own evil
usurpation -- )
Alas, I must trust in some greater
plan, an unwilling participant, in the
age-old battle, between Light and Dark,
Me~ a want-to-be, Neutral Man….
(First of all, this is a poem, a story, a point of view.
Do I believe most of this? Very Little. Why then was
it written? Hoping to stimulate conversation. Conversation,
for no other reason than, this type of mental gymnastics
selfishly interests me. I do not believe that men, humanity,
are neutral participants in anything. We create all conflict,
through misuse of Free Will. What do I believe? No good
and loving God would create a world, where the tiger
must tear apart the smaller lamb in order to exist, nor would
He create human beings that must feed on other species
and things in order to survive. Prosper. What a laugh!
No All Loving God, which I firmly believe our God is,
would create, conceive of a being, like ourselves, with the
potential for error -- He, knowing some of us would
error, therefore, also created a hell – and then would condemn those
fallen to suffer fiery torment for eternity. It is unthinkable for
a truly rational, fair mind to consider such a thing. We do it
all ourselves, keep the perpetuation going, due to, the God Given,
All Powerful, continued corruption of our Free Will.)
Afraid of the silence
By Michelle Morris
29/10/2022
So many people are afraid of the silence
They can't handle the space between the notes or the words
They struggle when nature is still and contemplative
They fill up the emptiness with things and addictions
But everything needs space and time to flow
Everything needs space and time to grow
Everything needs space and time to heal
Everything needs space and time to feel
Silence is important for reflection and calm
Silence is important to sense the mood before the storm
Silence is important to truly hear pure sound
Silence is important to feel your own inner grounding
Embrace the silence and appreciate its gifts
Enjoy time alone and work out what you are feeling
Understand your own thoughts and energy
Learn to understand the rhythm and the beats
So many people are afraid of the silence
But perhaps if things were quieter there'd be less violence
There's too much busyness in the world outside
And if you never hear the silence you'll miss when God speaks nearby
© Michelle Morris, 2022
In a world today so filled with needs
I look only at the Cross as our Savior bleeds
Where as everyone is always asking what's in it for me
I only sit in wonder of His Grace and great Love for me
Among those who have continually and so contentiously denied
I know in my heart that it was for us whom Our Savior died
Around all those doubters who vainly refuse to ever believe
Just in the knowing of His suffering my own soul starts to grieve
And among the most wicked who satan has already stolen away
Thank You Lord Jesus my Savior for showing me The Way
So I need not complain or ever even wonder why
I let the Lord Jesus reign knowing all else is a worldly lie
How could I ever complain with so much already done for me
So too do my needs wane for my soul has been set free
Contentment is just one of blessings that He does bestow
Such a better place when it's Jesus that you choose to know
A Theology of Boxes
By Mark Stucky
Praise God for “boxes”
that form infrastructure for living!
Praise God for customs, conventions, and traditions
that give meaning, order, and comfort to us.
And praise God for creativity
to take brittle, old-wineskin boxes,
and revise or replace them with new wineskins,
enhancing joy, justice, mercy, and love!
“Thinking outside the box” is fashionable
but not inherently good or bad.
The results are sometimes helpful,
sometimes merely impractical,
and sometimes destructive.
At their best, unconventional thoughts and acts
lead to greater truth, justice, and peace.
At their worst, untethered thinking and behavior
lead to distortions, inequality, and chaos.
Boxes don’t emerge randomly from a void.
Boxes had reasons birthing their existence.
Some reasons are outdated and outmoded.
Remodel those boxes!
Some were corrupt and unjust from the start.
Smash those boxes!
And some are still valid and true.
Embrace those boxes!
Good, “gray,” and bad boxes surround us.
Pray for wisdom to discern the differences.
(First published in Agape Review, 5 Nov. 2022. See also my poem “Jurassic Prayer.”)
(Photo by cottonbro studio on Pexels.com.)
("I of the Beholder", 2014, original pen and ink)
The World Is Changing
Quick as thought
The world is changing
Right before our eyes
Everywhere
People waking up
To what needs to change
What can be done
Because finally
We have the means
To do
Or at least try.
Quick as thought
People waking up
To the need to correct
Age-old injustices
To the disadvantaged
And disempowered
In a society sick from success
And excess
That cares not for the other
From the poor and unborn
To the planet itself.
And just as quick
Piggybacking on the first
Growing social awareness
Comes the spiritual awakening
It is all in vain
Literally, our hubris to think
We can change anything
Others or the world
That it even needs changing
To become a better
More perfect union
Just because our guilty conscience
Tell us we should
And our abundant wealth and knowledge
Tempts us with how
Doesn’t mean we know
What’s best even if we could
And so we freeze – at the starting gate
Or blindly rush on – unsure in which direction
Each the same
In our foolishness.
And thus our consciousness
Rises another notch
On the evolutionary scale
In a hierarchy of needs
From the group pack and herd
To the personal self and individual
Onward and upward into the transpersonal
With its realms beyond physical
In the space of the spiritual
Immediate without limit
Changeless ever-present.
And so we go, each and all,
Zero the Hero
The journey of a star from dust to dust
Ignition into radiance
Extinction into darkness
With a moment or two of self-awareness
Along the way
A moment or two before and after science
When time stops still
We step off the wheel surprised at last
To find we simply are.
(10/23/23)